<small> then you must be some SWEET nightmare </small>

Malignant Felicity is a paradisaical abode to the faithful remains of a mighty pack. Once ruled by the magnificent wolf Genocide, now the wolves of this pack follow the laws of the Alpha Lance, son of Sorna, Beta and Genocide's best friend...

The sounds of crashing water fill your auds as you enter this tropical paradise. The tall trunks tower above you. The treetop canopy's seem to shade the beautiful land from the sun's rays. What a paradise this place seems. This place dubbed Malignant Felicity. As you draw closer to the boarders a stench slowly devours the air around you. The stench of death.

"Beware..." scream the birds from above you. "She kills for games. She kills for fun." Something deep inside tells you to listen. Your body tells you not to go no further. Do you listen or do you dare move into the pack borders. This could be a life or death decision...

Follow the Queen, or become a corpse that lines her border. The choice lies with you.

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then you must be some SWEET nightmare
IP: 203.110.5.25
Posted on March 12, 2010 at 02:53:25 AM by Arcadian

He chuckled as the regal sleeping beauty slowly awakened- literally in his paws. He said nothing but chuckled once more as she flickered his maw with her pink muscle. He playfully swatted at her and she rolled to regain herself right side up. He pulled his scars into a relaxed grin and then yawned, mimicking her response. Arcadian had actually fell asleep for a brief period, although he wasn�t tired, he now felt even more refreshed and alert than before. He definitely wouldn�t be sleeping tonight, not that he as a wolf usually did. The night was thought of as his playtime, his leisurely time, apart from the odd hunt to renew his carriages need for refreshing warm flesh. He had eaten a couple of days ago and honestly felt there wasn�t much more to do other than watch the border. He got bored and thus waited for Queens return and they slept, which was understandable, he would have recommended sleep over anything else.

As she spoke, his grin grew slightly wider and he continued to gaze at her with that calm unaffected gaze that he usually held. He listened, his ears tipping forward at the start and remaining perched towers of ivory until she stopped, then they swiveled as naturally they always were. He understood perfectly, but cocked his head and raised a brow, a glint of something more knowing, sexier in his eyes.

I don�t claim myself anything more than controlled. However, its not everyday your find yourself next to a angel of death that rules hell on earth.

While his leathery lyric�s rolled through the air, he rose and stretched his vertebrae lengthwise and then rounded his back and appeared to stand on the tips of his feet, with a small shake to regain that sexy bed hair, he chuckled darkly and advanced towards Queens. His maw ran down her lightly, and then pressed more firmly as it got to her cheek and nibbled lightly along her neck. He chuckled as her body responded, no doubt enjoying the feeling. Then he withdrew slightly so that his ivory head was close to her ebony skull. He licked her slowly, one vertical swipe of his pink muscle to the side of her maw. His lyric�s sounded harsher when he whispered, his smoky voice amplified by her twin bells.

�and its not everyday I consider someone so powerful a true friend�.and what did I do to earn that title?

He chuckled, his words were sincere, but they had a deeper meaning, both that he and her were obviously more than friends, but he wasn�t quite sure what that was. He wasn�t sure what brought on the glorification, if it was about Tatanka�s public death slash torture, god, that was nothing, he deserved and really needed to die. Although he didn�t usually like uncertainty, he didn�t mind it. He was fine to simply go with the flow, which was quite the opposite of him. One of the best assassin�s that ever lived please, your being to kind. She may have not understood why he mentions he was powerful and well, it was generally because it was never a good thing to befriend the powerful ones. It led to you being better known, which generally was never much of a good thing. It didn�t really matter to him at this point, but he was cautious.

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